1. You remained the splendor of faith when dawn had not yet brightened,
Nor had the nightingales trilled above the branches.

2. The southern breeze had not yet formed a cloud,
Nor had a downpour driven the torrents on.

3. For the wealth of the destitute and the aid of the fearful,
And the beauty of the supple whom assemblies had flexed.

4. So excellent is the climate of the night visitors in the evening
When the flames of panic and tremors are extinguished.

5. The dense, abundant cloud desires to rain its downpour on you,
And you did not set up means to it.

6. And the pure white doves fear your might and prowess
When the predators slink away diminished and the defenders tower.

7. I see you, Abu al-Fadl, not just Fadl alone,
For your knowledge is overflowing and your generosity spacious.

8. Defeat at your hands is the lot of poverty and destiny the proof,
Present and at ease, smooth and gleaming.

9. So generosity is nothing but voluntary giving in its entirety,
And severance is naught but the disputant is clever.

10. His resolve brings every émigré near,
So the vast deserts approach him.

11. When the traditions of wishes flood forth
And its rising signs at your command emerge.

12. Keen against the covetous, sharp from his penetration,
The discerning blades desire his edge.

13. The holidays through him were congratulated with their like,
His seasons of good persist inclining and returning.